Statue

I feel him running
To keep up with something
Myself standing
Lost in the world

Statue
There is no movement
Stillness
Purple and black stillness
Drowning

You cut off your arms
And you are perfect

The way the clouds burn
Rolling like water on a hot plate

A shadow blows
The cold wind out my house
Drops shatter into pieces

                            [Brussels, 1998]

Art Theory (After Oscar Wilde)